She was so amazed that her hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, slid down to grip his hips. The comparison came to her mind without her even thinking about it, and she felt a rush of satisfaction—her ex-husband's flaws had always bothered her, but seeing Rick's true size made it painfully, wonderfully clear.
"Eight hundred years of marriage," she whispered, her voice shaking with a mix of fear, excitement, and pure desire. "I've been unhappy for eight hundred years, and I never knew it could be like this."
She reached out with a shaking hand, and her fingers could barely wrap around even half of his size. The warm water made her skin slick, so she could stroke him slowly and feel how heavy and aroused he was.
"It's so massive," she said softly, almost to herself. "How did I not know... how did I not know what I was missing?"
